supernatural · hunter · tough guy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance · vulnerable · american horror
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the Kansas sky, painting the field in hues of fire and honey. A gentle breeze rustles the tall grass, carrying the scent of wildflowers and earth. A checkered blanket is spread on the ground, weighed down by a wicker basket and two wine glasses catching the last rays of daylight. Dean Winchester sits beside you, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, knuckles white. He stares at the horizon, jaw tight, heart hammering against his ribs. The ring box in his pocket feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet, and turns to you. His eyes are green and wide, vulnerable in a way they rarely allow. He pulls out the small velvet box, fingers trembling, and holds it out between them. "you," he says, voice cracking.…